Jake stood there, gazing down at him, a soft smile on his face. “Yes?”
“I do love you too, but—”
“Then prove it by taking the bike without giving me any shit.” Jake grinned and grabbed his face. He slanted his mouth over Remi’s, giving him no room to protest. Jake pulled back. “Congratulations on the EMT position.”
Everything in him argued that the bike was way too much, but it obviously made Jake happy to give it to him. Making Jake happy made Remi happy. And it was a fucking great bike. Taking a deep breath, he grinned. “Fine, you win.”
“I always do, pup.” Jake nipped Remi’s bottom lip. “Now say, ‘Thank you, sir,’ and let’s go look at your new bike.”
Chuckling, Remi nodded. He couldn’t remember ever being this happy. He had Jake, Sterling was safe and Remi was finally allowed to live his own life. “Thank you, si—”
“Oh, man! I thought y’all said this was easy.”
Huh?
Remi turned toward Sterling’s voice.
Sterling stood in the middle of their pack, who’d all shifted already, naked with his back to Remi and Jake. The other wolves stared at Sterling with their heads cocked to the side.
Turning, Sterling held up fur-covered, claw-like hands. “I think I screwed up.”
How had he done that? The only wolf Remi knew of who could change more than their eyes and teeth without a full shift was Keaton. And Keaton had three—
“Holy shit, he has three forms.” Jake gasped. “I guess it’s a good thing we don’t have to leave right away. Looks like Keaton just got himself a new student.”
Remi nodded his agreement.
Holy shit.
About the Author
JL has been talking since she was about seven months old. To those who know her it comes as no surprise, in fact, most will tell you she hasn’t shut up since. At eighteen months, she was speaking in full sentences. Imagine if you will the surprise of her admirers when they complimented her mother on “what a cute little boy” she had and received a fierce glare from said little boy and a very loud correction of “I’m a girl!” Oddly enough, JL still finds herself saying that exact phrase thirty-some-odd years later.
Along with the motormouth, JL also displayed a very vivid imagination and artistic ability. The artist first surfaced in way of drawing and painting, then became more apparent with dance. JL was a member of the National Art Honor Society in high school and has won several regional and national titles in dance, specifically tap and jazz. In college she majored in Graphic Art, but chose to make dance her profession. She taught tap, jazz and ballet for fifteen years before settling into her career as a writer.
Today JL is a full-time writer, with over ten novels to her credit. Among her hobbies she includes reading, practicing her marksmanship (she happens to be a great shot), gardening, working out (although she despises cardio), searching for the perfect chocolate dessert (so far as she can tell ALL chocolate is perfect, but it requires more research) and arguing with her husband over who the air compressor and nail gun really belong to (they belong to JL, although she might be willing to trade him for his new chainsaw).
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My Fair Captain
© 2007 J.L. Langley
Available now at Samhain Publishing
A storm of political intrigue, murderous mayhem and sexual hungers is brewing on planet Regelence.
Swarthy Intergalactic Navy Captain Nathaniel Hawkins ran from a past he had no intention of ever reliving. But when his Admiral asks him to use his peerage, as an earl and the heir to a dukedom, to investigate a missing weapons stash, he’s forced to do just that. As if being undercover on a Regency planet where the young men are supposed to remain pure until marriage isn’t bad enough, Nate finds himself attracted to the king’s unmarried son.
All Prince Aiden Townsend has ever wanted was to be an artist. He has no interest in a marriage of political fortune or becoming a societal paragon. Until he lands in the arms of the mysterious Earl of Deverell. One look at Nate’s handsome face has Aiden reconsidering his future. Not only does Nate make a virile subject for Aiden’s art, but the great war hero awakens feelings in Aiden he has never felt, feelings he can’t ignore.
After a momentous dance at a season ball, Aiden and Nate find themselves exchanging important information and working closely together. They have to fight their growing attraction long enough to find out who stole the weapons and keep themselves from a compromising situation and certain scandal.
Warning, this title contains the following: explicit sex, graphic language, violence, hot nekkid man-love.
Enjoy the following excerpt for
My Fair Captain:
The window to Nate’s left shattered.
Shit.
Nate hit the ground, landing flat on his stomach. A white polo ball rolled across the wood floor and onto the rug, coming to a stop inches in front of Nate’s face.
What the…
He picked up the ball, got to his feet and crossed to the broken window.
“Hello there.” A young man with wide shoulders and a friendly smile waved from atop a sorrel horse. “Sorry about that. I didn’t hit you, did I?”
Nate shook his head. “No, you didn’t hit me.” He held up the ball. “Would you like this back?”
“Yes, please. Are you the earl?” the horseman asked.
“Yes, and who might you be?” Nate tossed the ball out.
“I’m Prince Colton. Pleasure to meet you, milord.” He tipped his head and heeled his mount off toward the ball.
Colton
?
The second to youngest prince. Judging from the looks of him and the similarity to the other two gentlemen Nate had seen since his arrival, he realized they were probably siblings. Good Galaxy, the royal family was a handful. He was starting to get a suspicion as to why Jeffers was shut down.
Stepping away from the window, a rustling sound made Nate stop mid-stride. Leaves rained down and a grunt came from above. “Bloody black hole and imploding stars,” a soft masculine voice hissed.
Way up in the tree closest to the window, a boy balanced precariously on a thin tree limb. He reached toward a flat computer screen of some sort that had snagged on an adjacent branch. At his unbalanced angle a fall seemed imminent. Likely a shout to be careful would bring the teen plummeting to the ground, so Nate raced to a set of French doors on his left. Hurrying outside, he got to the base of the tree just as the branch the kid balanced on snapped.
“Whoa.” The boy wobbled and fell against the limb holding the computer, knocking the device loose. “Dust!”
The flat screen clipped only one bough before falling free. Nate caught it before it hit the ground.
The young man gasped, his gaze meeting Nate’s.
Nate started. The boy—no, that wasn’t right, he was young, yes, but not a lad—was absolutely gorgeous. Nate stared into the big gray eyes, mesmerized. The man was simply beautiful. He had a small frame that had, at first, deluded Nate into thinking him a child. A mass of ebony curls surrounded a handsome face, and a full bottom lip was caught between even white teeth.
“Uh, thanks. I, uh— Whoa.” The man’s booted feet slid off the tree, leaving him dangling from his hands ten feet in the air.
Nate set the computer screen down and held his arms out. “I’ve got you. Drop.”
“Uh…”
“Drop.”
“Okay. Please don’t miss.” The man let go with a reluctant whimper.
The negligible weight landed in Nate’s outstretched arms. He bent his knee slightly to keep from jarring the young man. Nate glanced at the handsome face and his gut clenched. Up close the man’s eyes were the color of molten steel. He had flawless ivory skin and full lips. The heat of his body pressed against Nate’s chest made his cock stir. The man was slim and not very tall, but he had broad shoulders that spoke of nice muscles under the well-tailored clothes. What he wouldn’t give to see this slim body completely bare of clothing and those pretty lips wrapped around his hard cock. Closing his eyes, Nate concentrated on getting his pulse back to normal. He was here on a mission, not to get involved. Besides, this was most likely his hosts’ offspring.
He opened his eyes in time to see a pink tongue dart out and wet the beguiling lips. Nate’s cock—fully erect now—strained against the placket of his pantaloons.
The man’s gaze roamed over Nate’s face as long, elegant fingers came up to trace his beard. “Who are you?” he asked in a seductive whisper.
Nate hadn’t even realized he’d leaned forward until the smaller man jerked, nearly spilling himself out of Nate’s arms. Setting the man on his feet, Nate watched him straighten his waistcoat. When he brushed off his trousers, he seemed to realize he had a problem.
Good, the young lord
wasn’t unaffected, just surprised. Not, of course, that it mattered. Nate wasn’t interested.
Yeah, right.
He bowed. “Nathaniel Hawkins, Earl of Deverell.”
The younger man’s gray eyes shot wide and he hastily tried to hide his obvious erection. He squirmed before spotting his computer. Picking up the screen, he held it in front of his groin and met Nate’s gaze. His enticing mouth formed an “O”, followed by an inhalation of air, then the man blinked and shook his head as if to clear it. “Thank you for rescuing me, milord. I, uh, got my screen caught on the way up.”
Nate was about to ask the man’s name and why he was in the tree in the first place when an older version of the young man appeared in the window. “What in stars happened to the window? Aiden?”
The younger man, Aiden, frowned. He darted his gaze to Nate and gave a barely perceptible shake of his head. “I didn’t do it, Cony. I was trying to get a different perspective on the garden.” Aiden glanced back at Nate, his eyes pleading, and bowed. “Thank you again, milord.”
Before Nate could respond the vision bounded off toward the back of the castle. How odd. Apparently the imp didn’t want Nate to mention his fall from the tree. Or did he not want Nate to mention who broke the window?
“Lord Deverell?”
Nate dragged his attention from Aiden’s retreating backside and turned toward the window. “Lord Raleigh?”
Raleigh smiled. “Yes, please come inside. You wouldn’t happen to know what became of the window, would you?”
In the twilight shadows, nothing is what it seems, and not all the monsters have claws.
Twilight
© 2007 Ally Blue
Available now at Samhain Publishing
Book Three in the Bay City Paranormal Investigations series.
While leading an amateur ghost-hunting expedition in Asheville, NC, Bay City Paranormal is called to investigate Sunset Lodge, a rustic inn situated on a remote Smoky Mountain peak. In recent weeks, employees and guests alike have seen a weird, frightening creature in the forest near the lodge. A creature which sounds all too familiar to the BCPI team.
Sam Raintree doesn’t want to deal with another interdimensional gateway. The last one they faced nearly took the life of Sam’s employer and lover, Dr. Bo Broussard, and Sam can’t stand the thought of it happening again. Especially now that he and Bo are finally together and working through their problems. But Sam’s psychokinetic abilities give him the power to permanently close the gateways, and he can’t bring himself to ignore that. With the safety of the Sunset Lodge staff and guests at stake, Sam, Bo and their colleague, Dean Delapore, make the trip to the Lodge to determine if it indeed hosts a portal to another dimension.
Once at Sunset Lodge, a missing man, a grisly discovery and a moment of carelessness converge to reveal secrets much different—and far uglier—than any the BCPI team expected. Secrets which not only put their lives in danger, but which might provide Sam with an escape from the portals. If he’s willing to take it.
Warning, this title contains the following: explicit m/m sex, graphic language, violence.
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Twilight:
Chuckling, Bo leaned forward, lifted Sam’s shirt and kissed his belly. “I’m hard as a rock, Sam. You want my cock in your mouth or your ass?”